Free Blue Moon by Mackenzie McKade Page B

volley of sensations. His kiss was like an aphrodisiac. She curled her fingers into the upper sleeves of his jacket as she clung to him, kissing him with a wild eagerness that bordered on madness.
    She wanted more.
    “Get a room,” someone chuckled, dancing by.
    The comment tore Sam from the spell she had fallen into. Breathing hard, she gazed into his eyes which mirrored her desire.
    “Let’s leave. Get a room.” His palm stroked upward and back down so it rode her ass as they shuffled across the floor.
    From the corner of her eye, she saw Brad and Jennifer dance past. “We can’t. It wouldn’t be right.” The night air had cooled, but Sam’s body temperature felt as if it was rising. Even the small breeze that stirred didn’t ease her need for Kyle. “The cake hasn’t been cut. The bouquet thrown.” She continued to think of reasons why she couldn’t throw caution to the wind and leave.
    But tonight wasn’t about her and Kyle, even if the desire burning in the depths of his eyes said it was.

Chapter Eight
     
    “You know, being near you and not being able to touch you is going to kill me.” Musical laughter met Kyle’s husky grumble. The silky sound wound around him like iron shackles around his heart.
    Spinning her into a turn, he shuffled her across the dance floor. With a gentle pull, he drew her back into his arms, their bodies pressed close, her head coming to rest against his chest. Small, delicate hands perched lightly on his shoulders.
    This felt right—she felt right. Finally, back where she belonged.
    The song ended and another began, but he didn’t release her. Instead he took the opportunity to dance her off the floor onto the grassy surface. His goal was the line of trees now shadowed by the dying sun.
    With an umph , she swayed. Her heels sank into the soft soil. “What are you up to?”
    Running his palm up her bare arm, Kyle knew the chances of making it through the night without holding her were slim to none. “Stealing a few minutes of your time. Nothing more.” His attempt at innocence failed miserably, judging by her arched brow.
    “We’ll be missed,” she insisted.
    “I doubt it.”
    Already the throng had fallen into the party spirit. Several lines had formed leading to the two open bars set up for the night. People chatted, others strolled, and even Mary was occupied on the dance floor.
    In a surprise turn of events, Sam glanced back at the mass, and then grabbed his hand. Quietly giggling, she dragged him the rest of the way into their hideaway, the scent of pine surrounding them. In the background the celebration continued, only a muted sound against the beat of his heart. When they were entrenched in trees, bushes and the stars above, she pulled him into her embrace.
    “Sam…” It was the only word that got past his mouth before her lips were on his.
    She kissed him. And she wasn’t gentle about it, but hungry, eager, stabbing her tongue between his lips and teeth to stroke and taste.
    As his tongue slid across hers, wings of happiness soared inside him. Sam was truly back.
    “Mine,” he murmured against her mouth.
    Slipping her hands beneath his jacket, she smoothed them across his chest, touching and feeling, until they slid lower over his abdomen. A single hand disappeared down his trousers and he nearly bit her tongue. When her small, warm fingers wrapped around his cock, a growl rumbled in his throat and their mouths parted.
    “Baby, you’re playing with fire.” Even as he spoke, he thrust his hips into her grasp. Damn. He had missed this—missed her.
    Tightening her grip, Sam slid from balls to crown and back again. “I want to taste you.”
    Her words went straight to his groin. His hard-on was instant and aching. The image of her going down on her knees, the thought of her moist heat consuming him, was gas on flame igniting into a conflagration.
    Through clenched teeth, he sucked in a taut breath.
    “There isn’t anything I’d rather feel—”
    Her